Totoka River black bear

He had done as he had told @Lestan, many days ago - survived the winter in service of Swiftcurrent, and then when spring dawned, he was gone like the melting frost. There was no point in speaking to anyone about this; like before, Kilgitsuk had his own path to travel and much to figure out for himself. He carried his trader-name with him, and the memory of the creek, as well as thoughts of his once-wife, and his sons.

It was a glorious day for travel as Kilgitsuk came upon the river. He drank heartily from its shallows, and spent the afternoon lazily fishing. It was work that kept his mind clear. Kilgitsuk was so focused on the fish, on the flow of the water, and upon the warmth of the unnaturally bright day, that he did not notice company as it drifted close.

Open to anyone!